<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869</id><updated>2011-09-04T16:34:14.480+02:00</updated><category term='blunder'/><category term='note to my self'/><category term='travel'/><category term='mistake'/><category term='Karya'/><category term='lesson learn'/><category term='short post'/><category term='Artworks'/><category term='quote'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='london'/><category term='trip'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>The 3rd Door</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>133</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-1680608625725774617</id><published>2010-09-27T10:31:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T10:37:52.383+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>London</title><summary type='text'>When i was in Germany, trip to London will be the most anticipated one. Mainly because it's our chance to eat Malaysian foods cook by others. Now since i went back to Malaysia, going to London has no meaning anymore, right? or there is?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/1680608625725774617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=1680608625725774617&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/1680608625725774617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/1680608625725774617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/london.html' title='London'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-3677937204724821677</id><published>2010-09-23T05:39:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T05:40:55.310+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson learn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note to my self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blunder'/><title type='text'>Note to Myself#1</title><summary type='text'>If i ever survive this blunder, and become someone big in the future, i should thanks both of my bosses, KAA and SAH, for giving me a second opportunity. If i was them, i sacked myself already.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3677937204724821677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=3677937204724821677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3677937204724821677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3677937204724821677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/note-to-myself1.html' title='Note to Myself#1'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-3739949529593140475</id><published>2010-09-17T10:58:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:16:53.487+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short post'/><title type='text'>Self Quote #1</title><summary type='text'>"Don't venture the war armless" - prepare info and materials before any meeting, phone conversation etc."life is not written in pencil" - everything we did, cannot be erased. So think! before you say or do</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3739949529593140475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=3739949529593140475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3739949529593140475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3739949529593140475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2010/09/self-quote-1.html' title='Self Quote #1'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-3154084210024887795</id><published>2008-05-02T01:06:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:12:07.988+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Here</title><summary type='text'>i have decided to move to a new site. All my writing from now on can be read here:http://www.kapasitor.net/my/fairuzardirect link to an interesting short story:Four Minutes To Save The World</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3154084210024887795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=3154084210024887795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3154084210024887795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3154084210024887795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2008/05/stop-here.html' title='Stop Here'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-169026940763685542</id><published>2008-01-30T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T23:20:06.638+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Artworks'/><title type='text'>Nak Tukar Barang</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/169026940763685542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=169026940763685542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/169026940763685542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/169026940763685542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2008/01/nak-tukar-barang.html' title='Nak Tukar Barang'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_NEi0W1FDgeA/R6D37mFEMCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yimeYKceqkk/s72-c/resit+copy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2541455522655524362</id><published>2008-01-28T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T21:50:25.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything u need to know about LOST, in 8 minutes 15 seconds</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2541455522655524362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-5628143554415777185</id><published>2007-12-31T03:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T04:00:00.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Went Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>i dont want to continue my story anymore coz i just found out today dat she's engaged. it's a mix feeling of sad n mad.i know dat i've nothing to do with their life anymore but finding the news from her sister frenster simply tears my heart apart. it's quite schoking that their engagement comes 5 month after our relationship ended. just as i thought things gonna get better with my life,they hit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5628143554415777185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=5628143554415777185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5628143554415777185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5628143554415777185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-went-wrong_31.html' title='What Went Wrong?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-8421826396299639776</id><published>2007-12-26T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T00:46:29.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Went Wrong?</title><summary type='text'>it begins on 15th May 2007. It was your birthday,so i want to wish you Happy Birthday at midnight. i was in my way back home from work as a trainee in Stuttgart so i have no other choice except to call u directly thru my hand phone. it will cost me a fortune but none of that matter to me as long u r happy.my 1st call got into ur voicemail. i was pretty upset but i tried to calm myself."It's her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/8421826396299639776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=8421826396299639776&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/8421826396299639776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/8421826396299639776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-went-wrong.html' title='What Went Wrong?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-4007231402577021308</id><published>2007-11-09T04:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T04:11:52.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>things dat hav to be done.</title><summary type='text'>my short story was long over due. i wonder when i will hav time to start writing again. plus i hav to start my studienarbeit, apply for my diplomarbeit (final thesis). and there are exams to sit. well, es machbar..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4007231402577021308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=4007231402577021308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/4007231402577021308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/4007231402577021308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/11/things-dat-hav-to-be-done.html' title='things dat hav to be done.'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2998623758315739571</id><published>2007-08-24T09:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:59:07.062+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidup</title><summary type='text'>Kadang kala manusia menganggap hidup ini terlalu mudah, dan sememangnya manusia mengharap hidup kan selalu mudah. Kita mahu berjalan ke depan, menyambar apa saja yg lalu di tepi dan mengharapkan kita akan berpuas hati. Tapi hidup tidak selalunya begini. Kadangkala kita harus berpatah balik, berpusing-pusing dan berhenti dalam mencari makna dan erti. Dalam mencari intan di sebalik kaca yg </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2998623758315739571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2998623758315739571&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2998623758315739571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2998623758315739571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/hidup.html' title='Hidup'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-4636068521011014289</id><published>2007-08-01T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:33:34.730+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Alhamdulillah.</title><summary type='text'>Buat ape kita teringin, bila orang dah tak sudi. I ask myself. Worse than that, kenapa aku yang rasa bersalah? dan kenapa aku tak marah? She's the one who cheated on me. She's the one who broke her promises. I am the victim and it's me who should left her. May b that's the power of love. Or may b it's the different between man and woman? Or was is the different between the one who really love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/4636068521011014289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=4636068521011014289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/4636068521011014289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/4636068521011014289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/08/alhamdulillah.html' title='Alhamdulillah.'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-6545088962754330032</id><published>2007-07-31T11:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T22:59:21.255+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Anna</title><summary type='text'>to be honest, i am not ready to let it go. i keep asking why and why? But at the same time i have to learn to accept this fate. Too many people worry about me, so i dont want to let them down. People get bored btw, if u keep talking about depressing stuff. Am i ready to move on? well this question is not as simple as a..b..c. I guest, i have to. Why tuned to the melancholic melody while they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6545088962754330032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=6545088962754330032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6545088962754330032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6545088962754330032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-anna.html' title='Goodbye Anna'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-5168959413907459723</id><published>2007-07-12T16:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T16:48:46.213+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Di Opis</title><summary type='text'>Lagi 45 Minit Nak Balik..Boring Giler..Nak Buat Bericht Pun Kureng SemangatNak Sambung Cerpen? hmmm :(doink!doink!doink!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5168959413907459723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=5168959413907459723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5168959413907459723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5168959413907459723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/07/di-opis.html' title='Di Opis'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2409354695519772321</id><published>2007-06-11T21:50:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T22:01:07.081+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Devils on my shoulders</title><summary type='text'>how could i have doubt on someone who love me with all her heart for all these years? how could one guy change all my believe-system and make me a paranoia. I look myself in the mirror and i can see two devils on my shoulders, not angel. Whispering, casting all the jelousy, hatred and doubt upon my heart, inside my head. So i sit on this prayer mat, holding my two hands together and pray to HIM. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2409354695519772321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2409354695519772321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2409354695519772321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2409354695519772321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/devils-on-my-shoulders.html' title='Devils on my shoulders'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-5093437395281607661</id><published>2007-06-08T01:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T01:41:50.528+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wife that i never had</title><summary type='text'>i have a roommate who always nagging about this and that as soon as i get back home. I mean, COME ON!!! if u gonna tell me smthing that i've already knew, just say it to me in the next day while we r having breakfast on the bed. Shall we sweety??</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5093437395281607661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=5093437395281607661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5093437395281607661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5093437395281607661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/wife-that-i-never-had.html' title='Wife that i never had'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2179509991847191488</id><published>2007-06-08T01:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T12:25:43.106+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you be my girlfriend?</title><summary type='text'>it hurts, but i can't do anything about it. my gf is in a anak angkat programm in besut. when her foster parent ask her about boyfriend, she just said only fren. which means no bf, not in a serious relationship. in one hand, i know i shouldnt make a big story out of it, but in the other hand, i just dont understand what she's doing. how good enuf should i be until smone proudly admit me as her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2179509991847191488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2179509991847191488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2179509991847191488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2179509991847191488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/will-you-be-my-girlfriend.html' title='Will you be my girlfriend?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-3366783211616836956</id><published>2007-06-04T21:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T21:35:13.005+02:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><summary type='text'>If people ask, i would say i like Germany better than Malaysia. No No No...this is not a story of a spoiled malay living in a city of bullet train. I said bcoz of two ugly words. Old...and respect. I am among the oldest (batch-wise) students in Germany. Therefore, i do most of the time gain respect (just lack of admiration) from the younger one. People at least listen and try to agree. In </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/3366783211616836956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=3366783211616836956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3366783211616836956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/3366783211616836956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/06/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-7110987410693466931</id><published>2007-05-04T10:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T10:16:26.385+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Q</title><summary type='text'>i've done smthing that i wanna do for a long time. And i did it!! Just the outcome is yet unknown. Wanna know what it is? Naah..it's too early to tell...just keep coming and u'll get the info :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7110987410693466931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=7110987410693466931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/7110987410693466931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/7110987410693466931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/05/big-q.html' title='Big Q'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-5132131280106557283</id><published>2007-04-20T15:11:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T15:20:33.769+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><summary type='text'>i am just a guy who tryin to be funny..smtimes it works..n smtimes it doesnt. There are 2 feelings when people lough at ur jokes. 1st, u feel happy and satisfied coz u make some-/evryone happy. But at the same time, u will always wonder; are they loughing coz i am really funny...or they r just loughing coz i look stupid?. That's a challenge for peoples who try to be funny. The worst part is, u'll</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5132131280106557283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=5132131280106557283&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5132131280106557283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5132131280106557283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/04/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-7501088290092237053</id><published>2007-04-12T13:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:04:05.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Duta Malaysia balik mengundi</title><summary type='text'>ALOR GAJAH 11 April – “Jika saya dari Peru, dengan masa penerbangan 26 jamuntuk tiba di Malaysia, boleh balik untuk mengundi esok, kenapa pengundi luaryang tinggal dekat tidak boleh pulang mengundi,” kata Duta Malaysia ke Peru,Datuk Mohd. Nor Atan.-utusan-wah wah wah...sedap mulut dia berckp...tambang kapal terbang government bayar bole la..org lain kena pkai duit sendiri!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/7501088290092237053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=7501088290092237053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/7501088290092237053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/7501088290092237053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/04/duta-malaysia-balik-mengundi.html' title='Duta Malaysia balik mengundi'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-6500808033759845495</id><published>2007-02-14T14:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T15:08:53.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Leaders</title><summary type='text'>2 ministry canceled their own 'peraduan' just after it launched. Antara komen; " keputusan menghentikan peraduan itu juga dilakukan setelah mengambil kira pandangan disuarakan dalam media massa". I feel like want to give a 'standing ovation' to these guys. i mean, how did they approved all those 'competition' at the 1st place? i bet they dont have any team to plan and do research about it. or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6500808033759845495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=6500808033759845495&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6500808033759845495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6500808033759845495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-leaders.html' title='My Leaders'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2595229631043615140</id><published>2007-01-25T10:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-25T11:01:31.005+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Job</title><summary type='text'>i went to an interview for my 2nd practical semester yesterday. And today, the called me. I got the job!!! alhamdulillah....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2595229631043615140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2595229631043615140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2595229631043615140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2595229631043615140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/job.html' title='The Job'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-6884404294538784528</id><published>2007-01-16T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:05:41.677+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comulus Nimbus</title><summary type='text'>well, these past few days, i kindda have a feeling that a positive 'clouds' are floating over Gustav-Binder-Str (my home). it makes me think, r they reading it? if they did, i just wanna say; i really appreciate the gesture. it means a lot to me. and i dont want to know any further. Honestly, my intention of creating this blog is to write without pity n mercy. i dont write what i have in my head,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/6884404294538784528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=6884404294538784528&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6884404294538784528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/6884404294538784528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/comulus-nimbus.html' title='Comulus Nimbus'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2854945450552170797</id><published>2007-01-16T20:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:19:37.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sedih Lagu nie wo!</title><summary type='text'>not it has anything to do with me..but still...Exist-Kembalikan HatinyaDi Kala KerianganMemecah KesunyianKau Hadiahkan BungaNilai Sebuah CintaKu Bayangkan GembiraKan Kekal Dan BahagiaTapi Tiba KemarauGersang Mengundang LukaDisaksikan RembulanCincinku Kau PulangkanHadirmu PersinggahanSelingan JiwaBertahun Ku BertahanDengan SetiaKau HilangkanRasa RiaBuatku Serik Untuk BercintaKau Tempatkan Resah </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2854945450552170797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2854945450552170797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2854945450552170797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2854945450552170797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/sedih-lagu-nie-wo.html' title='Sedih Lagu nie wo!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-2918318809163110205</id><published>2007-01-16T04:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T04:19:31.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Living by heart?</title><summary type='text'>i dont want to be a baby girl but it hurts 'a little bit' when u come home after a long day of classes and find out there are no foods at home. And then u go to sleep early coz u dont feel very well, tired and hungry. After u woke up, there were still no food. I can't point finger to anybody coz we never set any rules from the beginning, but after busting my butt of cooking for them yesterday, i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/2918318809163110205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=2918318809163110205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2918318809163110205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/2918318809163110205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/living-by-heart.html' title='Living by heart?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-5441112921153416167</id><published>2007-01-14T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:44:45.337+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earth</title><summary type='text'>at this same time last year, open my window is the last thing i wanna do, but this time, my windows are open wide and i dont feel cold at all...smthing wrong is really happening to this earth or....is it just a phase?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/5441112921153416167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=5441112921153416167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5441112921153416167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/5441112921153416167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/earth.html' title='The Earth'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-654248198801352438</id><published>2007-01-07T21:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:43:16.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Kapak</title><summary type='text'>my childhood was filled with lagu2 rock 80 an or rock kapak. Songs at that time are mendayu2 and biasanya lirik dia sungguh berpuitis. Terlalu puitis smpai kadang2 susah nak tangkap maksud dia sebenar. But today i read the lirik of lagu Sejiwa from Spring and i think.....r they kidding me?? the broke all the rules of malay's grammatic. I know that in poetry, grammatic do not apply...but their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/654248198801352438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=654248198801352438&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/654248198801352438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/654248198801352438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/rock-kapak.html' title='Rock Kapak'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-229127830881747494</id><published>2007-01-07T18:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T18:10:46.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Heaven?</title><summary type='text'>u could never feels like heaven as long as u r on this earth. i mean, u COULD never have one moment of greatness in this world. The best roommate, the best experience, the best time...it just a fantasy..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/229127830881747494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=229127830881747494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/229127830881747494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/229127830881747494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-like-heaven.html' title='Just Like Heaven?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-194648866524548517</id><published>2007-01-07T17:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T17:36:59.197+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hikmah Al-Quran</title><summary type='text'>"wahai umat manusia! Sesungguhnya telah datang kepada kamu al-Qur'an yang menjadi pengajaran daripada Tuhan kamu dan menjadi penawar bagi penyakit-penyakit batin yang ada dalam dada kamu, serta menjadi hidayah (untuk keselamatan) dan sebagai rahmat bagi orang yang beriman"surah yunus; ayat 57Send instant messages to your online friends http://uk.messenger.yahoo.com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/194648866524548517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=194648866524548517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/194648866524548517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/194648866524548517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/hikmah-al-quran.html' title='Hikmah Al-Quran'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116782604432317947</id><published>2007-01-03T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T13:07:24.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nervous breakdown</title><summary type='text'>yess!! dat's the word i was looking for...not stressed..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116782604432317947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116782604432317947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116782604432317947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116782604432317947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/nervous-breakdown.html' title='nervous breakdown'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116779104840286538</id><published>2007-01-03T03:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T03:24:08.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 : livin la vida</title><summary type='text'>lately..i kindda feeling a little bit stress. Not wanna-kill-self kind of stress...but, a little bit unsure, afraid, confused and 'sebu'. And today, i think, i found the reason. It has been a long time since i living my life (to the fullest). I mean, i didn't take picture anymore, seldom (window) shopping, long time no exercise aka play or watching good movie. All i did is sit in my room, sit in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116779104840286538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116779104840286538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116779104840286538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116779104840286538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2007/01/2007-livin-la-vida.html' title='2007 : livin la vida'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116466426707099610</id><published>2006-11-27T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:51:07.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Kills</title><summary type='text'>i was freak out when i felt a small lump near my nipple..i like "Oh my God, do i have a breast cancer?!!". As a smoker (tryING to stop) u'll always related any wierd things happened to ur body to the cancer. I blame it to the main stream media propaganda. Luckly the lump now gone. It such a relieve.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116466426707099610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116466426707099610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116466426707099610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116466426707099610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/11/smoking-kills.html' title='Smoking Kills'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116115223833816157</id><published>2006-10-18T08:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T08:17:18.350+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bodoh!!</title><summary type='text'>my sister called me, henset yg aku bagi dia tue rosak. So dia bwk gi kedai, n that tokey pegi master reset/reset factory setting kan henset tue smpai hilang smua gamba2 n mp3 dia. Tensen jugak la aku dgr, sbb aku tau henset tue boleh di master reset kan without deleting any of those data. Adakah sbb kebodohan?? atau kemalasan? padahal benda tue kt tmpat yg sama. Bila nak master reset dia akan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116115223833816157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116115223833816157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116115223833816157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116115223833816157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/bodoh.html' title='Bodoh!!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116105902123956035</id><published>2006-10-17T06:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T06:23:41.260+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment of Zen</title><summary type='text'>after the 'st anger' incident, i am back in tip top shape (may b not but i like to think that i am btw) bcoz what happened was already happened, the broken table wouldnt heal by itself...so let it be as a reminder to a stupid human act. There are many things going on this week. Good news, i almost dont have any class at all for the rest of the week..most of the MB5 are on vacations (rombongan </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116105902123956035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116105902123956035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116105902123956035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116105902123956035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/moment-of-zen.html' title='Moment of Zen'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116099720478182947</id><published>2006-10-16T13:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T13:13:24.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'>St Anger</title><summary type='text'>i put a tiny hole at my door, a bigger one thru my tea table, but i've proofed dat my laptop is tough enough to bare my punch. Why? Just because i angry as my laptop wont connect to the internet. This kind of rage smtimes scaring me. I knew i had this uncontrolable anger since i was kid, as i grew older n become wiser, i am better in controlling it. But smtimes, u just had enough..i dont know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116099720478182947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116099720478182947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116099720478182947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116099720478182947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/st-anger.html' title='St Anger'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116055983499822606</id><published>2006-10-11T11:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:43:55.013+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lowdown on High-Definition TV</title><summary type='text'>Five-and-a-half things you should know before you buy your first HDTV.By Dan Tynan, PC World  Needless to say, we have not made the jump to HDTV yet, but it's only a matter of time. According to a survey by Parks Associates, nearly 50 percent of U.S. households plan to buy one in the next year. (I'm guessing that mostly men answered the survey.) But when it comes to buying an HDTV, you have to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116055983499822606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116055983499822606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116055983499822606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116055983499822606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/lowdown-on-high-definition-tv.html' title='The Lowdown on High-Definition TV'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-116034251760535839</id><published>2006-10-08T23:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T23:23:30.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>the missing link</title><summary type='text'>certain time while doing my homework, i faced/face a difficult time that i like to call the missing link. It's like trap in the traffic jam. U know ur destination, but u just cant get thru to it coz there aren't any gap for u to sneak in. It couse anger and uncertainty. Is it true dat there are no ways? Where did u do wrong? where the hell is my fucking µ???? Traffic jam is better coz if u be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/116034251760535839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=116034251760535839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116034251760535839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/116034251760535839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/missing-link.html' title='the missing link'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115997083145662436</id><published>2006-10-04T16:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T16:07:11.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ujian</title><summary type='text'>"Bagaimana seseorg manusia itu mengaku beriman, sedangkandia belum diuji?"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115997083145662436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115997083145662436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115997083145662436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115997083145662436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/10/ujian.html' title='Ujian'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115856778497629584</id><published>2006-09-18T10:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T10:23:04.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>feels like home</title><summary type='text'>here again, finally, at a place i could call 'home'. Many people asked, why going back so early, i just answered; i have somthing to do. I do want to stay longer, i could stay longer, but i feel like my jobs in malaysia is done, and i dont feel anyone try or give me a good reason to stay there any longer. Just wait till next year..i hope my return will be more appreciated..but at least, thanx mom</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115856778497629584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115856778497629584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115856778497629584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115856778497629584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/09/feels-like-home.html' title='feels like home'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115517824508278525</id><published>2006-08-10T04:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T04:50:45.093+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Shooting Stars</title><summary type='text'>Once u shoot the star, u can shoot it again and again. The problem is, once u missed, it is not easy to find ur 'accuracy' again. Like me at the moment, i am just an average Joe. Life feels hard, nothing i do makes me happy. I just wonder, have i enough time to aim on it again, do i still have my 'accuracy'? When..can i shoot the star? again...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115517824508278525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115517824508278525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115517824508278525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115517824508278525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/08/shooting-stars.html' title='Shooting Stars'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115463956169629538</id><published>2006-08-03T23:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T23:12:41.723+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Judge</title><summary type='text'>Living in this world is a big test given by Allah. Thinking about this make me wonder. If i couldn't pass the small test, how could i nail the big one??But if i think about it the other way, isn't the failure is also a test? Giventh to see how we handle it.Arghh...i dont know. What i really worry rite now is; how could i pass the test of life if i keep failing the small simple test.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115463956169629538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115463956169629538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115463956169629538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115463956169629538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/08/being-judge.html' title='Being Judge'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115314675485863886</id><published>2006-07-17T16:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T16:32:34.866+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell 2006</title><summary type='text'>My brothers and sisters are dying while i just shook my head disbelief...1000s mile away from the warzone. Done nothing. I just wonder, is there any place for me in heaven for letting them suffer while i sit undercover..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115314675485863886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115314675485863886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115314675485863886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115314675485863886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/07/hell-2006.html' title='Hell 2006'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115309316550095535</id><published>2006-07-17T01:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T01:39:25.513+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Politik</title><summary type='text'>p/s: in Mahathir vs Anak Badawi's issues, i have to stand on mahathir's side after seeing how fucked up our government under Abdullah be. But to ask Mahathir take his position as PM again is ridiculously funny. Come on Dollah!! Show us some respect!!!Dedah dokumen hanya mendedahkan 'double-standard' BNDalam sejarah pentadbiran kerajaan di dunia moden ini, belum ada lagi negara-negara yang begitu </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115309316550095535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115309316550095535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115309316550095535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115309316550095535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/07/politik.html' title='Politik'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115278495983970822</id><published>2006-07-13T11:55:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T12:02:39.850+02:00</updated><title type='text'>New Tradition</title><summary type='text'>"Kawan2, tolong kompem kan sape2 nak dtg kenduri kawen aku,aku nak budget baper org"What is wrong with people nowadays? Where are the old tradition?; anyone can come, extra food would be given to neighbours?? May b people would say, today's wedding expenses is very high, it is a brilliant idea if u now the exact number of people who would come, so u dont have to spend extra. What THe Hell with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115278495983970822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115278495983970822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115278495983970822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115278495983970822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-tradition.html' title='New Tradition'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115264573382669418</id><published>2006-07-11T21:16:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:23:09.886+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><summary type='text'>"life's only hard if u dont use all the chances given"Use every seconds of ur life, every ticking clock is the time u'll never get back. Sit when u need to, work when got nothing to do. Do something every little time. Your life is in your hand, only you hav the power to control it and only you can. Nobody will pick u up when u fall, get up by ur self...n bury urself when u die...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115264573382669418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115264573382669418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115264573382669418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115264573382669418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/07/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115261827131941213</id><published>2006-07-11T13:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T18:46:00.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Love, Not Hate</title><summary type='text'>Tak Nak Islam Hadhari, Tak Nak Minta Maaf Kat Negara Lain Sebab Dera 'Anak' Sendiri, Tak Nak Jadi Tunggul Bila kena Maki</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115261827131941213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115261827131941213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115261827131941213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115261827131941213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-love-not-hate.html' title='It&apos;s Love, Not Hate'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115153824790698583</id><published>2006-06-29T01:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:01:30.263+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karya'/><title type='text'>Look At This</title><summary type='text'>okeh..dis one is kinda loose, contemporary and more up-beat from the previous one..enjoy! :)Look At ThisMy Oh MyLook At ThisEvery Man Dream Her To Be HisMy Oh MyLook At ThisPretty Than Flower And Morning KissMy Oh MyLook At ThisHave You Ever Met Someone Like This?Smells Like MeadowTouch Like BreezeTell Me, Tell MeDid She Look At Me?And She Walks, And She WalksOh My God!To Me She Begins To Talk.-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115153824790698583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115153824790698583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115153824790698583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115153824790698583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/look-at-this.html' title='Look At This'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115145061530697899</id><published>2006-06-28T01:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:01:55.586+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karya'/><title type='text'>Idee</title><summary type='text'>This is one of the poem that i've wrote...a long time ago...i think it's the time for me to share.. Feel free to leave comments or critics..HumairahDari Jauh Sudah Ku TahuBagaikan Ada Angin Pembawa BeritaBayangmu,Ku Anggap CahayaBisikanmu,Bagaikan Bicara PenditaAda Makna Dalam KataAda Sinis Dalam KetawaAda Ilmu Dalam CeritaGerak LangkahmuDalam Lembut Ada KekudaBahwa Kau Tak Mudah DiperdayaTak </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115145061530697899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115145061530697899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115145061530697899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115145061530697899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/idee.html' title='Idee'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115142855686224021</id><published>2006-06-27T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T19:18:47.683+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking ban meets resistance in "tolerant" Germany</title><summary type='text'>When a German magazine ran a story about new efforts to ban public smoking, the reactions of many of its non-smoking readers were fierce -- and surprising..(more)wrote David Harnasch of Freiburg in a letter to Der Spiegel weekly. "If myclothes stink of smoke, I can wash them -- where exactly is theproblem?""There is no clear evidence that passive smoking leads to serious healthproblems. The risks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115142855686224021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115142855686224021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115142855686224021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115142855686224021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/smoking-ban-meets-resistance-in.html' title='Smoking ban meets resistance in &quot;tolerant&quot; Germany'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115075208196155598</id><published>2006-06-19T23:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:21:21.973+02:00</updated><title type='text'>POLAND'S HOLOCAUST</title><summary type='text'>6 MILLION CITIZENS DEAD (3 MILLION CHRISTIANS + 3 MILLION JEWS) BUT DON'T THE 3 MILLION CHRISTIANS COUNT?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115075208196155598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115075208196155598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115075208196155598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115075208196155598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/polands-holocaust.html' title='POLAND&apos;S HOLOCAUST'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-115017662753927121</id><published>2006-06-13T06:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T07:30:28.016+02:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Stories</title><summary type='text'>Chocolatemy fren was in Belgium last holidays n he bought back the Belgian's Chocolate. I've taste many good chocolate since i am in Europe but nothing can top them. Undescribeable!!Eggsi woke up extremly early today, 4 something in the morning so i thought; this good start should be followed with a good breakfast. I craved for half-cooked or quarter-cook? eggs but i never done it b4, so, got no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/115017662753927121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=115017662753927121&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115017662753927121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/115017662753927121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/3-stories.html' title='3 Stories'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114915396630887076</id><published>2006-06-01T11:19:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T11:27:11.096+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SPIEGEL INTERVIEW WITH IRAN'S PRESIDENT AHMADINEJAD : Holocoust</title><summary type='text'>SPIEGEL: Well, we are conducting this historical debate with you for a very timely purpose. Are you questioning Israel's right to exist?Ahmadinejad: Look here, my views are quite clear. We are saying that if the Holocaust occurred, then Europe must draw the consequences and that it is not Palestine that should pay the price for it. If it did not occur, then the Jews have to go back to where they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114915396630887076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114915396630887076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114915396630887076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114915396630887076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/06/spiegel-interview-with-irans-president.html' title='SPIEGEL INTERVIEW WITH IRAN&apos;S PRESIDENT AHMADINEJAD : Holocoust'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114773045120270347</id><published>2006-05-15T23:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T00:00:51.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><summary type='text'>Some histories are meant to be remembered but not to be repeated. We shouldn't hit other people bcoz they hit us, we shouldn't hate other people just bcoz they once hated us. People who do so, for me, is an asshole. And i am an asshole. Few days earlier, i was a little bit late wishing my Anna a Happy Birthday. When she asked me the next day, i used her early wishes for me last year as my '</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114773045120270347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114773045120270347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114773045120270347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114773045120270347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/05/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114711026036888351</id><published>2006-05-08T19:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T19:44:20.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Love demands some selfish acts sometimes</title><summary type='text'>what is up with girl(s)? They want us to do everything they asked, but they hardly could return a favor. How many times have i said, if u know ur credit is almost empty, be prepared with the new one, u never know what will come up. What if u are in a bad place, in a bad time and u dont hav any credit to call anyone..doesnt it dangerous? i am not angry neither i mad, i just concern and selfish.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114711026036888351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114711026036888351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114711026036888351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114711026036888351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-demands-some-selfish-acts.html' title='Love demands some selfish acts sometimes'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114652144734820531</id><published>2006-05-02T00:06:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:02:25.161+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karya'/><title type='text'>the printable 'I LOVE U' : time</title><summary type='text'>of all the times i read your emails...of all the moment i'm mising u...of every seconds i think about u...i want to keep it inside here...dont want to let it go...coz it's the thing to remember..coz it cheerish my day...coz it makes me feel better...n loving u more and more...every single day...every single hour...every single minute...every seconds...i want to love u all the time,forever.....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114652144734820531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114652144734820531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114652144734820531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114652144734820531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/05/printable-i-love-u-time.html' title='the printable &apos;I LOVE U&apos; : time'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114652097169325560</id><published>2006-05-02T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:02:25.162+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karya'/><title type='text'>the printable 'I LOVE U' : the thiefs</title><summary type='text'>"u have stole my heart, n for that, i have to capture u n keep in mine forever"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114652097169325560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114652097169325560&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114652097169325560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114652097169325560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/05/printable-i-love-u-thiefs.html' title='the printable &apos;I LOVE U&apos; : the thiefs'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114613548889756339</id><published>2006-04-27T12:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:58:08.896+02:00</updated><title type='text'>They know what i did last summer</title><summary type='text'>heh?! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114613548889756339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114613548889756339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114613548889756339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114613548889756339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-know-what-i-did-last-summer.html' title='They know what i did last summer'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114594863580688120</id><published>2006-04-25T08:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T11:03:22.967+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Karya'/><title type='text'>the printable 'I LOVE U' : can do</title><summary type='text'>i can't sing,all peoples would hear just ringing..i can't write a song,even i've tried it so l o n g...i can't play a guitar,no doubt i will never be a rockstar....at my best, one thing i can do,it is loving u.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114594863580688120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114594863580688120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114594863580688120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114594863580688120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/04/printable-i-love-u-can-do.html' title='the printable &apos;I LOVE U&apos; : can do'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114591270090893833</id><published>2006-04-24T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T23:05:03.006+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pulling back</title><summary type='text'>After been in vacations for a long time, it's not easy to pull urself back togather. It's like starting ur life all over again at 0...the first thing that i hav to do is 'start'...bak kater org german, alle Anfang ist schwer (all beginning is hard)...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114591270090893833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114591270090893833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114591270090893833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114591270090893833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/04/pulling-back.html' title='Pulling back'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114583062456512870</id><published>2006-04-24T00:13:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T00:23:12.046+02:00</updated><title type='text'>White and red</title><summary type='text'>Damn i missed my 4 days in Switzerland! Backpacking, reading map, planing where to go the next day, what to do, meeting stranger, hearing to the language u 'dont' undrstand...it was really2 fun!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114583062456512870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114583062456512870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114583062456512870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114583062456512870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/04/white-and-red.html' title='White and red'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114410273495760243</id><published>2006-04-04T00:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T00:18:55.010+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><summary type='text'>what do u expect from life? should it always clear? should it be no fear?what do u expect from me? should i say with no means? should i be with no me?i cant always be therebut my love is not herealways by uevery secondsevery minuteevery daysometimes i breaksometimes i freakdont say i never miss udont say i ever forget ucoz i always do...love uif i could, i want toleave this place, without a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114410273495760243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114410273495760243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114410273495760243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114410273495760243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114116976772082827</id><published>2006-03-01T00:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:36:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><summary type='text'>Janji tinggal janji..kekonon lepas exam nak tulis selalu...tapi...hehehhe...Quick review: alhamdulillah, i've pass all my papers for this semester. Just one 3,7...the others are better than 3 (1,0  is the best in germany). In satisfaction, i wish i could do better next semester...my best by far is 2,0...eventhough some peoples say to me dat are already OK...but sure..they are not the good enuff. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114116976772082827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114116976772082827&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114116976772082827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114116976772082827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/03/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114025090008072957</id><published>2006-02-18T09:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T09:23:07.793+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insan</title><summary type='text'>how dump i am? i wrote an exam without register for it. And confidently tell my prof dat i did register. I dont really understand myself, how could i mis-look my email. I thought dat paper is already among the list of the exams dat i would like to take. I AM 'REALLY SURE'. And after the exam, i check my email again..just to be sure and.. BANG!! i did not register for it...rite now i just hav to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114025090008072957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114025090008072957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114025090008072957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114025090008072957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/02/insan.html' title='Insan'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-114011979987625529</id><published>2006-02-16T20:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:58:35.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last One</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow would be my last day i sit for exams in WS 05/06. Pretty excited about it. Really hope it will goes well. Already got 'love letter' from JPA, have to pass all the papers dis semester. So far i've already got two unofficial result...alhamdulillah...they were quiet ok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/114011979987625529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=114011979987625529&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114011979987625529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/114011979987625529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/02/last-one.html' title='The Last One'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113995695937762535</id><published>2006-02-14T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T20:53:09.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Some Old Lovers Look Alike</title><summary type='text'>LINK</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113995695937762535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113995695937762535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113995695937762535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113995695937762535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-some-old-lovers-look-alike.html' title='Why Some Old Lovers Look Alike'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113822937585082362</id><published>2006-01-25T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T23:54:25.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Amazing</title><summary type='text'>Wanna hear a REAL sound?!Wanna experience sounds dat ABOVE and BELOW you?! Check this out!! (works best with headphones)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113822937585082362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113822937585082362&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113822937585082362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113822937585082362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-amazing.html' title='This is Amazing'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113762295300887294</id><published>2006-01-18T23:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:24:08.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Which one favor you most?</title><summary type='text'> VS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113762295300887294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113762295300887294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113762295300887294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113762295300887294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/which-one-favor-you-most.html' title='Which one favor you most?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113711421640481837</id><published>2006-01-13T01:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:03:36.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Habit</title><summary type='text'>I have a habit. A new habit. Bad one. And it's very very very bad. Sometimes the urge is too strong like i never can  resist, but i know it's my heart that talking, not my head. My own heart likes to cheat me. Make me feel like i really need to do it. Smtimes i realize, smtimes i dont. I just wish dat i could stop..or at least make the pace slower.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113711421640481837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113711421640481837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113711421640481837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113711421640481837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/habit.html' title='Habit'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113707998048510343</id><published>2006-01-12T16:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:51:49.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl</title><summary type='text'>i saw my dream girl today...in the bus...short brown hair..deep cold eyes..light lips...too bad, she's still a kid ...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113707998048510343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113707998048510343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113707998048510343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113707998048510343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/girl.html' title='a girl'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113701639083937823</id><published>2006-01-11T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:55:45.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty, the best policy..is not</title><summary type='text'>i know sm people say dat honesty is the best policy..but smtimes u hav to cut sm slack to make ur fren happy right?  If i show smthing..like a painting or picture or movie or a song..and i say i like it. But u didnt..pls lie to me....do say smthing like: wow!it's nice...or: Interesting movie!!! or at least: not bad...Show some interest. And dont u ever say smthing like dis: It's typical.. or: dis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113701639083937823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113701639083937823&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113701639083937823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113701639083937823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/honesty-best-policyis-not.html' title='Honesty, the best policy..is not'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113696574438134874</id><published>2006-01-11T08:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T08:49:43.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Heaven</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113696574438134874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113696574438134874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113696574438134874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113696574438134874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/like-heaven.html' title='Like Heaven'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113684820306805282</id><published>2006-01-09T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:10:51.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>m back!!</title><summary type='text'>hi..it's been a long time since my last entry..sorry for the frequent visitors..i was not too busy..just not in the mood to jot down anything. But..cut the crap..let me tell u smthing more boring :DRecently, a glass of my glasses keep falling down. I thought, "what the heck?! But nevermind.." and i simply put it back in the frame..it happen few times but i still didnt take any initiative to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113684820306805282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113684820306805282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113684820306805282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113684820306805282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2006/01/m-back.html' title='m back!!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113338404869801085</id><published>2005-11-30T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:54:08.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>He's a sucker</title><summary type='text'>so now i knew dat i am not the only one who disagree with our Prime Minister. My roommate said the same words that for long linger in my mind. His actions are unrespectable, his words are loughable..seriously, dont let him maintain his office for another 4 years. Our country would be in disaster.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113338404869801085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113338404869801085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113338404869801085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113338404869801085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/hes-sucker.html' title='He&apos;s a sucker'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113287755668147002</id><published>2005-11-25T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T01:12:36.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>take a good care of me, girl!</title><summary type='text'>i thought i already knew about my very own self but dis week, i found out 2 new things about me. One: Coffee with milk would keep me stay awake but not the one with sugar....Two: No one should let me go shopping ALONE!!! Last Saturday i went to MediaMarkt with my fren and i spend 7€ but this evening i went there ALONE and i spend 43€!!! That means i could spend 6 times more when i shopping alone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113287755668147002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113287755668147002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113287755668147002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113287755668147002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-good-care-of-me-girl.html' title='take a good care of me, girl!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113287258628873511</id><published>2005-11-24T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:49:46.300+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><summary type='text'>I feel dat i am really handsome right now..hahuahuahuahuahuahuahuahua </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113287258628873511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113287258628873511&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113287258628873511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113287258628873511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113252761127926683</id><published>2005-11-20T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T17:03:09.313+01:00</updated><title type='text'>il Mare</title><summary type='text'>" when two peoples getting closer, they'll expectmore from each other"-il mare</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113252761127926683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113252761127926683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113252761127926683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113252761127926683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/il-mare.html' title='il Mare'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113252337725964412</id><published>2005-11-20T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T22:55:48.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost!!</title><summary type='text'>Demmitt!! I’ve just over-bided in eBay..but, whatever..at least i dont have to waste my maney..heh!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113252337725964412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113252337725964412&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113252337725964412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113252337725964412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/lost.html' title='Lost!!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113249345789011457</id><published>2005-11-20T14:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T14:30:57.903+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S.N.O.W</title><summary type='text'>i've just open my window n there it is...the snow!! Have a cool winter everyone :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113249345789011457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113249345789011457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113249345789011457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113249345789011457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/snow.html' title='S.N.O.W'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113223839905109481</id><published>2005-11-17T15:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T15:39:59.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cryin'</title><summary type='text'>i'm crying so hard right now coz i just had a mee meggi tom yam. It's frickin'  awesome!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113223839905109481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113223839905109481&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113223839905109481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113223839905109481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/cryin.html' title='Cryin&apos;'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113184993449316806</id><published>2005-11-13T03:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T03:45:34.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinish</title><summary type='text'>1st night at the new house, i can hardly sleep....stop there! i cant sleep just bcoz the ice-caffee dat i had few hours b4..nothing more.Hmm..about me moving out, y u assumed dat i have problm with my roommate aserk? No..dat's not the reason. I moved out for good. My room's contract will end dis february and i dont have mood to continu.......brrr...beku plak otak malam nie..malas la nk smbung </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113184993449316806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113184993449316806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113184993449316806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113184993449316806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/unfinish.html' title='unfinish'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113174987085657555</id><published>2005-11-11T23:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T23:58:43.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>moving out</title><summary type='text'>wow..i never thought dat moving out is such a serious deal. Rite now i am stuck in the middle of packing process without knowing what to do next. There are still few stuff left outside and i am in confused...like it will never end.since i moved in here in march 2003, i didnt change my place to smwhere else. So, moving out to a new place feels like leaving a 'home' behind. Yeah..it's been quiet a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113174987085657555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113174987085657555&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113174987085657555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113174987085657555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/moving-out.html' title='moving out'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113165837076449893</id><published>2005-11-10T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T22:32:50.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Z80</title><summary type='text'>i dont want to hurt my fren's feeling so i didnt tell him dat no matter how many times he explain to me about the programm dat we r learning, i would never understand. Dat's y i pretended dat i already understood. I am not try to be negative, but my brain simply rejecting every idea about programming. My brain simply cant work with it. End of story.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113165837076449893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113165837076449893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113165837076449893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113165837076449893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/z80.html' title='Z80'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113162087066097704</id><published>2005-11-10T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T12:07:50.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate myself</title><summary type='text'>i have a very serious sleeping problems. Many time i missed my class bcoz i wont get up. That's unacceptable!!!! Fuck ME!!!! I hate myself..i want to torture him..to make him stay awake...i want to punch him when he wont wake up..can smbody do it for me?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113162087066097704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113162087066097704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113162087066097704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113162087066097704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-myself.html' title='i hate myself'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113153417304264203</id><published>2005-11-09T12:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T12:02:53.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>mcm mane aku x marah</title><summary type='text'>marah betul aku...penat2 aku blajar, 4 pt je ko bagi??!! hantu punyer DV</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113153417304264203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113153417304264203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113153417304264203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113153417304264203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/mcm-mane-aku-x-marah.html' title='mcm mane aku x marah'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113131864054065798</id><published>2005-11-07T00:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T00:13:18.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quote for the day</title><summary type='text'>"when Markus is talking, it's like jamming a lot of random words togather and calling it a sentence. It has no meaning"-Adam, Apprentice 4</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113131864054065798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113131864054065798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113131864054065798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113131864054065798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/quote-for-day.html' title='quote for the day'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113102281895569008</id><published>2005-11-03T13:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T14:05:48.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><summary type='text'> Persiapan Rumah Terbuka Aidilfitri di DewanMerdeka, PWTC. - Gambar oleh Tun Izhar Tun Ishak(ihsan Berita Harian)Salam Aidilfitri Kepada Semua Muslimin Dan Muslimin Di Mana Sahaja Anda Berada. Maaf Zahir dan Batin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113102281895569008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113102281895569008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113102281895569008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113102281895569008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113087601564355946</id><published>2005-11-01T21:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:13:35.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a robot</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes i wondered, what the heck am i doing right now? At my age, people are already started making money, while i still struggle with books and exams. Did i really learn smthing? So far i didn’t think i do. What did i gained from this year long of studies? Could i really make more money when i go out from dis university? Not sure about dat. What makes me angry is, right at this very moment, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113087601564355946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113087601564355946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113087601564355946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113087601564355946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-am-robot.html' title='i am a robot'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113061729904702027</id><published>2005-10-29T22:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T22:21:39.056+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Between LOVE and LIKE</title><summary type='text'>who can tell me, how to differ between love n like?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113061729904702027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113061729904702027&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113061729904702027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113061729904702027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/between-love-and-like.html' title='Between LOVE and LIKE'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113058234677768575</id><published>2005-10-29T12:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T13:38:35.163+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Airbus A 380</title><summary type='text'>Der AIRBOSS ist da!Um 8.57 Uhr ist der Airbus A 380 zum ersten Mal auf einem deutschen Flughafen gelandet. Rund 5000 Zuschauer beobachteten, wie der Riesenvogel am Samstag morgen in Frankfurt einschwebte. Gestartet war er anderthalb Stunden zuvor am Airbus-Sitz im französischen Toulouse.In Frankfurt wird der größte Passagierjet der Welt jetzt auf seine Alltagstauglichkeit getestet – dazu lassen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113058234677768575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113058234677768575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113058234677768575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113058234677768575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/airbus-380.html' title='Airbus A 380'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113054192201074149</id><published>2005-10-29T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T01:25:22.020+02:00</updated><title type='text'>We Should Live In A World Without Programming</title><summary type='text'>we should really do..coz programming sucks...i've learn them since in PPP, but still i am in confuse..what the hell with i++..or i--...or whatever. I really dont understand how my fren ziyad could learn it so fast, understand it really good. But me, it's seems like my brain rejecting the mathematic of programming..no matter what..C or C++ or (..err..i just know that two). Doesnt matter how many </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113054192201074149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113054192201074149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113054192201074149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113054192201074149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-should-live-in-world-without.html' title='We Should Live In A World Without Programming'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113043369534033554</id><published>2005-10-27T19:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:21:35.376+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terpedaya II</title><summary type='text'>Okey, sambung citer pasal majalah tue..So after a while, aku pun pergi la kt website company tue, hantar msg kt customer service diorg. Memula diorg x paham, siap tanyer aku "Awk nk tukar alamat ker?". AKu hantar lagi..kater "bukan nk tukar alamat, sy nk cancel kan subscribe". Dia jwb "langganan anda adalah sehingga september 2006". Hangin giler aku..aku hantar lagi 2 3 msg kt situ..bagitau dia </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113043369534033554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113043369534033554&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113043369534033554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113043369534033554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/terpedaya-ii.html' title='Terpedaya II'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-113033918650927789</id><published>2005-10-26T17:03:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:08:34.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Terpedaya</title><summary type='text'>Aku jarang citer kt org yg aku sebenar nyer dh dekat setahun lebih melanggan sebuah majalah yg aku sendiri pun x baca. Kisah nyer begini, kira2 setahun stgh yg lalu, dalam remang2 senja gitu, ade sorg mamat dtg ketuk bilik aku. Pelik gak aku apsal mamat tue ketuk bilik aku, dh la tinggi semacam jer. Aku pun tanyer la dia;“Awok nok mende??““err..kawe nok interview encik bulih?““interbiu mende? Koi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/113033918650927789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=113033918650927789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113033918650927789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/113033918650927789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/terpedaya.html' title='Terpedaya'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112992835861763535</id><published>2005-10-21T22:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T23:08:19.756+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doener: Mit Allem?</title><summary type='text'>May b bebudak mesia or obersee yg lain kurang kenal ngan Döner Kebab, but to german's student, mmg hari kiamat la klau korg x kenal Döner. Penting nyer Döner kpd bebudak mesia sama yg baru sampai ke german samalah dgn penting nyer susu ibu kepada bayi. Di mana pada masa kita bayi, x de makanan yg paling sedap kita kenal selain dr susu ibunda..begitu jugak la ketika memula sampai ke german nie, gi</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112992835861763535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112992835861763535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112992835861763535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112992835861763535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/doener-mit-allem.html' title='Doener: Mit Allem?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112947705620956949</id><published>2005-10-16T17:37:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T17:37:36.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ist das so?</title><summary type='text'>Why do we tend to say mean thing to the person we love? Our parents, our frens, our lover. We always piss them off, eventhough that is not our intention to do so…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112947705620956949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112947705620956949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112947705620956949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112947705620956949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/ist-das-so.html' title='Ist das so?'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112941063960530398</id><published>2005-10-15T23:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T23:10:39.610+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash!!</title><summary type='text'>Had a little trouble with my PC lately. 1st  my browser went coo-coo. When I clicked on a link, it will always open in a new page, so for every click that I’ve done, new page opened and it goes on and on. And my pop-up blocker didn’t work either even though I’ve activated it. After a few check up in the settings, I gave up and re-installed it. Solve one problemBut then, my Limewire goes nuts. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112941063960530398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112941063960530398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112941063960530398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112941063960530398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/crash.html' title='Crash!!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112909181321489173</id><published>2005-10-12T05:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T06:40:09.876+02:00</updated><title type='text'>GST</title><summary type='text'>KUALA LUMPUR 11 Okt. - Syarikat-syarikat swasta disaran menubuhkan sebuah pasukan petugas bagi menyiapkan keperluan komersial dan perundangan organisasi menjelang pelaksanaan cukai barangan dan perkhidmatan (GST) pada 1 Januari 2007............Sementara itu, Pengarah Urusan Deloitte Touche Tohmatsu, Ronnie Lim berkata, model GST yang diguna pakai oleh Malaysia mirip kepada model United Kingdom (</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112909181321489173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112909181321489173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112909181321489173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112909181321489173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/gst.html' title='GST'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112905966700000202</id><published>2005-10-11T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T22:13:06.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Salah Sendiri</title><summary type='text'>Org kater, dalam bulan ramadan syaitan di rantai, kaki tangan nya terikat, memberi peluang kepada insan utk beribadah lebih kuat, lebih kusyuk. Di mana silap nya jika seorg insan itu di dalam bulan ramadan, dia masih lagi leka, solat nya masih terganggu dgn dunia, berterusan membuat perkara2 yg lagha? Mana mungkin dia menyalah kan syaitan sedang kan mereka di belengu? Lantas dia terfikir, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112905966700000202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112905966700000202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112905966700000202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112905966700000202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/salah-sendiri.html' title='Salah Sendiri'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112902215603774764</id><published>2005-10-11T11:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T11:15:56.043+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Anda yg Arif</title><summary type='text'>Aku ada terdgr org ckp yg perfume yg mengandungi alkohol/peratus alkohol yg tinggi x bole di pakai ketika solat. Bagi aku benda nie bidaah....atau pun pendapat tue mmg btul dan aku yg salah??!! Ada sesapa bole bagi komen?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112902215603774764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112902215603774764&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112902215603774764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112902215603774764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/anda-yg-arif.html' title='Anda yg Arif'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112887473193318635</id><published>2005-10-09T18:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T11:12:45.630+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Apprentice Season 4 - the women/episod 3</title><summary type='text'>One important statement about The Apprentice season 4; the women are HOT!!! Never I’ve seen before such many beauty in The Apprentice. Mr. Trump really know how to keep his show high-rating maintain. They are good-looking, smart, successful..but there is one catch, they are all manipulative-bitch-type of women!My ranking would start on Kristi but seems like dis week, Toral drew my attention. By </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112887473193318635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112887473193318635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112887473193318635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112887473193318635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/apprentice-season-4-womenepisod-3.html' title='The Apprentice Season 4 - the women/episod 3'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7837869.post-112871762915711232</id><published>2005-10-07T22:40:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T22:40:54.336+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tambah nasik lagi bang!!</title><summary type='text'>HUAHUHUAHUAUHAHUAU....percubaan pertama nasik tomato berjaya!!! Terima kasih schimntan for the rezept. Mmg kaw!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/feeds/112871762915711232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7837869&amp;postID=112871762915711232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112871762915711232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7837869/posts/default/112871762915711232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3rd-door.blogspot.com/2005/10/tambah-nasik-lagi-bang.html' title='Tambah nasik lagi bang!!'/><author><name>Santo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4306/502/320/DSC00095.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
